Nick Bare Book Novels & Stories

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

I resist the urge to imagine him under the shower. Naro shuffles a bit in my arms, leaving my nipple. I cover myself, pulling down my satin shirt. I then hold her carefully to lay her down on my side. Right then, the door of the bathroom opens and Nick walks outside in his sweatpants while ruffling his hair with the towel. I cover Naro with the blanket and see that he has walked to his side to look at our baby. He does it every time like this is the first time he is looking at her. Like she is still a newborn baby to him.

He came over to me and handed me the book before sitting back by Margarette. I looked at the book that had the book cover Of Mice and Men on it. When I opened the book, I could see that it was really a book about Red Wolves. "This belongs to you now," Charles said "Why didn't you tell me that all Red Wolves were a part of your bloodline?" Sean asked

It was a little wonder how Mark, Joan and Nate had met each other. Nate had stopped painting since he was eleven, his father motivated him the most and now that he was gone, he didn’t see the need to paint anymore. She found a black dusty book beneath the box. It was the journal. She heaved a sigh of relief, she had rummaged through so many boxes all because of one odd looking book. She opened it to confirm. The first page read: this book belongs to Wesley Jacobin. She traced her fingertips over the beautiful writing. She imagined Wesley to be a woman of great taste and valor, maybe Nate was a little bit like him but more intense and more of a heartbreaker.

I said, even though my chest was tight. I missed Lucas every second. The only thing holding me together was revenge. Cold, sharp revenge. Sarah McLain was going to pay. Nick nudged something on the bench, trying to lighten the mood. "What’s this? Dark Book?" he asked, laughing a little. I froze. My heart stopped. He was holding it. The black notebook with "Dark Book" scrawled in silver ink. My plans. My revenge. Everything. Without thinking, I lunged for it, yanking it out of his hands.

… Author Tina Nwuba: “This is a dark romance book, readers. So, expect the worst to happen. I hope you have your cups of popcorn and are seated for the next actions! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>”.

I didn't know what I was expecting after hearing the whispers, but it certainly wasn't what happened next. Nikolas crouched down in front of me, his golden-brown hair catching the sunlight as he picked up my notebook. My pulse jumped as he flipped it open before I could stop him. His brows lifted slightly as his eyes scanned the messy page filled with my nervous scribblings. “Don’t cause trouble. Don’t be noticed. Smile if necessary.” Mortification burned through me. “You’re already failing that, little wolf, because I've noticed,” he murmured, his voice a velvet blade that sliced right through my composure.

With sad puppy eyes and soft reminders like, “You left me for five years, you owe me.” So here we were. In the library. In the farthest, dustiest corner, where the silence was thick and the presence of other humans was a rare phenomenon. The table was cracked slightly in the corner, the air smelled faintly of old pages and carpet cleaner, and the only sound was the occasional soft thud of books being closed somewhere far off. I was just about to crack open the textbook when Nick leaned forward, rested his arms on the table, and said— “So. Explain.”

she mumbled like she always did before any incident happened. ****** Thanks for reading. And yeah, please give a chance to my other books as well. Beta Nicholas is a werewolf romance. Please read it too, and the decision of completing it is completely on you. Thanks. And please, vote for the story :)